Vol 2 Chapter 477: Frightened on the court

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One side was thinking: Go for the of the champion or something, don’t consider whether you can score, but you can’t lose more goals today, especially Zhuo Yang can’t score goals;
One side thought: The championship doesn't matter. I will lose as much as I want, but today I have to let Zhuo score more goals and score three more.
As a result, the two teams that had the same strength and close to each other quickly formed an offensive and defensive battle on the scene, and the Fort Mady made a big pressure. Bayern Munich fully retracted.
Although the coaches set aside their own battles, the Bayern players are all people who have been immersed in football for many years, and their own routines are also very particular. Near the midfield but seeing Zhuo Yang taking the ball, Pizarro and Barak were very sticky. As long as there was a slight threat, Lilitho fouled.
If it reaches the range outside the penalty zone, Bayern players will no longer foul, Kahn is not a good goalkeeper free kick, who fouls who is a traitor. Other Maddie players basically don't care, just keep Zhuo Yang tightly closed, whoever loves to enter, you Zhuo Yang don't think about it today.
In the 31st minute of the continuous siege, the players of Fort Mady pulled away along the key positions, but the Munichers only defended the symbolic restricted area line, and the rest of the heavy soldiers still blocked the Zhuoyang layer.
Zhuo Yang finally poke the ball from the gap to the musketeer Gomez, he has no chance. Gomez hit the ball and Kahn flew.
Kahn is the most tangled person, as long as the other teammates can not let Zhuo Yang score a goal, it is a victory, but Kahn only wins if he does not miss the ball. Zhuo Yang didn't enter one, other Maddie people beat himself five or six, yes, Zhuo Yang was embarrassed, he couldn't lift his head, but wasn't my stupid?
Zhuo Yang's face is no longer his business, but I can't make mistakes under Klinsmann's eyelids! Zhuo Yang just committed suicide and has nothing to do with me. It is only bigger than Tiandu that I can play another main goalkeeper.
Gomez's shot was blocked by Kahn's body, the football bounced high, and below the landing point was the unmarked Zhirkov on the other side. The crowd is spreading around Zhuo Yang, who cares about him!
Brother Dionysus aimed and aimed, wondering while aiming: can't it fight? Do you shoot?
When he was round, he was in the air. Kahn panicked and flew to this side. Brother Bacchus played, the football was like a snooker edge of Snookley, dribbled and flew away in the opposite direction of the goal, that is, outside the penalty area.
Zhuo Yang just passed the ball while squeezing each other with Lucio, and then both of them lost their balance and fell to the ground, both quickly climbed up, but they were entangled with each other and fell into a ball again. The head referee didn't dare to blow the whistle blindly. At first, there was no obvious foul action. Secondly, Madie Fort was forming a continuous shot.
At this point, the picture is like this: Zhuo Yang has just climbed up, has not yet straightened up, facing his backcourt; Lucio has stood up and is facing away from Zhuo Yang two meters away; all Bayern players, including him Guided by the eyes of the Madabas following the football, they all looked at Zhirkov's foot'must enter the shot'; the football flew behind Lucio, in the middle of the Bayern defense player; Zhuo Yang turned his back to the ball.
In other words, among all the audience, only Zhuo Yang does not know where the ball is.
The football fell towards the back of his head!
Before waiting to get up completely, Zhuo Yang took a step forward with his waist, and then trilogy: leg lift, volley, and rotation. Like the little swan in ballet.
After turning around, the ball arrived. It happened that Zhuo Yang volleyed his right foot as scheduled. The hit football reluctantly took a strong spin and returned to the penalty area to plunge into the white net nest.
Silly! Kahn stood by the door like a purple eggplant.
The little pig Schweinsteiger in the stands: "Fuck, spit!"
That's right, the pig described it very vividly. Zhuo Yang was like Kazhongmen's AWP. He suddenly heard footsteps in Avenue A. He turned around and opened the mirror in one go, too late to aim. Raising his gun and raising his hand was crisp.
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When he got up just halfway, Zhuo Yang realized from the eyes behind his teammate Zepek that the football was behind him, and very close. After breaking through the bottleneck, the talent skills for insight into all things made him vaguely feel the general position. It was too late to think about it. It was subconscious, first to make a shooting action and then turn around. . So, there was this shot of sniping on the football field.
This is a fairy! Lucio's bitter face sucked coolly, and the incisors felt sour. Lucio didn't even know what was happening when the shot just flew past his head.
Did not have a holiday with the Bayern players, Zhuo Yang did not want to stimulate the Baraks anymore. He took the Maddie to the Bayern Munich bench and ran to Magath's eyelids and played the collective mulberry. bar.
It's not very important to do so, and the grumpy person on the bench must rush out and beat him. But today, the Bayern players know what he wants to do, and who is at it, so they are happy to read the joke and pretend to be expressionless.
Magath and Zhuo Yang stand apart from each other, their eyes are fiercely confronting each other, without you looking at you, it is so silent and emotional.
After a while, the celebrated Zhuo Yang secretly pointed at Magath with his finger to draw the ‘cutting throat’ action~EbookFREE.me~ and he was ready to kick off. But this move ignited Magath's anger.
"I'm an egg..." Magath jumped up and down, hurried off the court when he took off his glasses, and his assistant coach Negro hugged him quickly.
Even if the controversy is great, there is no doubt that Magath is an excellent coach. His coaching style and personality also allow experienced players to dare not clash with him even if they do not like him.
Magath had a strong personality when he was a player. The only UEFA Champions League trophy in the history of the Hamburg club was the captain of the then Hamburg captain Magath in the final, facing Juventus with a sword. It was still in the distant 1983, when there was no Zhuo Yang in this world.
Since coaching, no player has ever dared to face Magath face to face. The respect on the surface has been given to him. Piggy is the first, Zhuo Yang is the second, and Magath can accept it.
After being coached for so many years, Bayern's tactical violations of Magnat on the court are naturally clear. He is angry but there is no good way. Everyone agrees, and then he will do his own thing. Even if he was as stubborn as Magath, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness at this time.
So, anger became his only way of command.
The scolding shook the sky, from the striker to Kahn, scolding them for not listening to the command. Kahn was reluctant: what tactics did I get at the goal line? Why do you scold me? Dare to open a dye shop if you give you a three-point color. I really don’t know that Lord Ma has three eyes?
It is said that Bayern Munich coach Magath and goalkeeper Kahn clashed in the locker room during the halftime break of the German Football Association Cup final in the 2005-06 season. Magath wanted to replace Kahn with teenager Lensing, but was collectively rejected by other players, including Lensing.
The rumor is just that there is no evidence, maybe it is a rumor.